Page 33 of Mafia Underboss


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He walks back around to my ass where I can’t see him. “If you think of a hard limit, let me know. For now, we’ll take it easy.”

The next thing I know, I feel him kissing up the inside of my thighs. My legs are shaking with anticipation, and I almost jump a foot in the air when his tongue finally reaches my throbbing clit. One hand comes up to hold my back while the other spreads my legs wider. At this point, I’m face down and ass up while he tongues my pussy. I moan with each pass of his tongue on my clit.

“You taste like the nectar from the gods. I always knew you were an angel. God made a mistake sending you to me though.”

I can’t respond as I feel two fingers enter me. He pumps them in and out while he moves his thumb to massage my clit.

“Lo,” I cry out as the pleasure fills me.

He slaps my ass while his fingers stay within me. I yelp then moan as the pain adds to my pleasure. He does it again, and I feel myself climbing closer to a sweet orgasm. Just as I’m about there, he pulls his fingers out, and I curse him.

“Fuck you, Lo. I was almost there.” My breathing is ragged.

His fingers dip back into my moisture before trailing back to my ass. I’ve placed my own finger there, but only one. It’s hard to do it to yourself without using a toy, and I wasn’t quite sure I wanted to go there by myself.

He spreads my juices around my hole before slowly pressing a finger in. I immediately notice his fingers are much bigger and longer than mine.

“Don’t tense. Just push back into me. Trust me.”

His words calm me. I try to relax as I feel the intrusion in my tight hole. Instead of pressing more, he pauses and lets me adjust to the feeling. Once I’m comfortable, I press my ass back into him, taking his finger further.

“That’s it. Take control, baby. Take what you can.”

I start to rock against his finger as I feel the familiar pain mixed with pleasure. The kind I’ve always loved. Before long, I’m rocking back against his finger at a quicker pace.

“Want me to add another?”

I nod, but he doesn’t do as he said.

“I need you to say it, Mia.”

“Yes. Please.”

“Good girl.”

Those two words have always haunted me. Everyone always thought I was the good girl. I could never do anything wrong. Hearing him say it now creates a new meaning for it. A praise for doing as he asks. This is sensual. I feel his other hand scoop up some of my juices before he removes the first finger. Next thing I know, the feeling is back, but this time it feels much bigger. He presses forward, and this time, I press back, relaxing my body. It takes a moment, but I adjust to this new feeling. I start to rock as fast as before and hear Lo’s ragged breathing along with my own.

“Reach down and play with your clit. Get yourself off, Mia.”

He continues to move his fingers in and out, and I take in the sound of skin on skin. I glance back briefly and notice him jacking himself off while he stares at my ass. I look forward again and reach down between my legs and play with my clit. It only takes a moment before I feel my orgasm start to build. Between the pain and pleasure from his fingers in my ass, the feel of my own fingers rubbing my clit, and the image of Lo jacking himself off behind me, I’m as good as done.

My eyes close as I cry out in pleasure. I thought my last two orgasms were amazing, but nothing compares to the orgasm I’m having now. I see stars behind my eyes as my body continues to spasm and shake. I hear Lo yell out and feel warm liquid hit my ass.

I collapse on the bed, sore and out of breath.

“Mia, you okay?” Lo climbs up next to me, but I can’t speak. My whole body is shaking, and my vision is still spotty. “Mia?”

“Fine.” That’s all I can breathe out.

“Was it good for you,mio piccolo angelo?”

I nod my head, but it causes me to become dizzy.

“I’m going to grab a washcloth to clean you up, okay?”

I give a small nod and just lay there. I doze off but wake up when I feel the wet washcloth on my body. He cleans between my legs before cleaning his cum off me. Then he lifts me up into his arms before pulling the bedding back and laying me back down. He leans down and kisses my forehead before standing back up.

“Don’t leave me, Lo. Please.”